I listen to the husk around the voice in Underworld before during and after darka deep romantic craggy voice wearing leftover ethnicitytransparent to the eyesightand the words are sandpaperthe friction of these sounds against the atmosphereturn irresistible and then repeat themselves

how does the psyche take in panoramic viewswithout leaving small mountains of dustin twisted limbshow does masculinity survive inherent oppositionbeneath deceptive skin

the rainbow stays platonic never quite achievingstatus of the fleshand flesh just like a baseball needing periodic injections of its own importancestarts to fail and keeps descendingwithout uplift of the languagewithout reverence that comes of crazymakingand inflationary talk